You're My Happy Thought

I am probably the easiest person in the world to keep entertained. Me + my best friend/roommate (or, my broomie, if you prefer) + an intoxicant + PhotoBooth = GREATNESS.

 I think that some of the most fun experiences in my life have revolved around hangin' out, maxin', relax' all cool with a few good people. And it makes me so grateful; both for having such spectacular friends and family that they are all I need, as well as the fact that I don't have to spend so much time/money/effort to have a good time (because I have very little of all three). 

 

Immature? Yes. Stupid? Yes. Ridiculous? Yes. I have no defense. All I know is that I still can't stop laughing at these.

Side note: These were spurred by the fact that Julianna and I have taken so few photographs of the two of us together in the past few years. And who could argue that these aren't a billion times better than "normal" friend photos?

Quit Being a Debbie

I never really wanted to use this blog space to rant or vent or be a total Negative Nancy, but you know what? Fuck that. It's my blog and I'll do what I want. 

I know that everyone has "off" days, but I feel like I knew it was going to be weird from the moment I woke up this morning. It was dreary and frigid out, and I could barely bring myself to understand that my alarm was not mistaken and that it was indeed 9am despite the dark, cold, gray sky. A sky that taunted, "Hey. Hey you. Yeah. You, with the bed head and sleep-crusted eyes. Why don't you stay in that warm, delightful bed of yours? What's the harm?" But I defied that cold, gray sky and dragged myself out of the comforts of my bed and into the shower. I remembered a friend of mine talking about the power of positive thought and energy recently and decided to try it out. I was the embodiment of good juju while I lathered, rinsed and repeated. "Today is going to be a good day. I'm going to get so much accomplished. Good things are coming my way. I am going to be happy today. I am beautiful and talented and a good person. Today is going to be a good day."

I could tell though, that even as I said those things to myself, there was something disagreeing in the pit of my stomach. A gut instinct that today was going to be off no matter how many positive vibes I sent into the universe. 

I got dressed and headed off to work and actually had a great day helping out Michelle. Her sweet little dog, Moxie, got sick though. Poor wittle thing!

She ralfed like six times. I guess she was having an "off day," too.

Anywho, to hurry up and get to the point already, today I was "let go" from the restaurant that I was working. I'd love to list out every reason why this is totally bogus, unwarranted, and completely unprofessional, but I won't. Because I have class and I am a lady. 

Honestly though, I think I might be most pissed off that I didn't get to quit. That they beat me to it! Because I was really, really looking forward to the day when I could go out like this.

Just In Case You Were Wondering...

Your Saturday Dose of Art

So much has been going on in my life lately that I've made myself sick. Yuck. Stress really can and does manifest itself in physical symptoms, my friends, so stay relaxed and stay healthy. Everything is going to be okay. The world has never ended over anyone else's decisions or mistakes, and it won't end over yours either. Just keep that in mind. And I'll try to remind myself of that in the future, as well. Because in the midst of decision making, it never feels that easy. I tend to regard all decisions with even the slightest degree of importance as life-altering events that can and will change the course of history for all humans, across all nations, for the rest of eternity. 

Thus, the head cold.

So, being that I'm young and idealistic (and potentially naive and unrealistic), I've changed jobs already. Not anything super drastic, like going into mechanical engineering or anything like that, but without going into any of the finer details, I quit my job at the art gallery that I was working for and am now working as a studio assistant for an artist. Although I desperately wanted to do both, I had to choose. And I chose Michelle. The whimsical, idealistic, head-in-the-clouds girl won out, and I feel pretty good about it. And thus, on the eve of such a change, I figured I'd post about Michelle Armas' paintings. She is after all my new employer (*cough* brownie points *cough*), an artist, and more than an acceptable choice for this weeks' Saturday dose of art.
 

Michelle Armas - The Big Salad - 48x48"

 

Michelle Armas - Rosalia - 30x40"

Michelle Armas is kind of a big deal. Her paintings sell all over the world and in addition to her talent, she is hilarious. Before I ever even met Michelle, I read her blog. I must admit, when she raved about a chunky, over-sized sweater on the basis of it's appeal as a "fab fart blocker" in one blog post, I thought we might be soul mates. I also laughed so hard I almost peed a little. 

Michelle Armas - White - 12x18"

I've only ever seen Michelle's more abstract color fields, like "The Big Salad" above (a new work and my fave because it really does look like a big salad to me), but I personally am in love with these much more intricate oil paintings that she's done. They remind me of brain synapses or something. A visual representation of an artist's neurological functions. WOAH.

I'd love to know what they're really about, and I'm sure I'll have plenty of time to pick her brain about them in the future. I'll keep you posted on what I find out. 

So, all in all, I will just have to wait out and see if I made the best decision possible. But if not, I'll just listen to Rilo Kiley's "Salute My Shorts" and be reminded that, "Everyone fucks up. It's going to be okay."